Gemotions

He found the note tucked inside his inbox, a simple, typed message, unsigned. "Best of luck. – Management." That was it. No personal message from Dr. Anya Sharma, the woman who had guided him through the most challenging years of his career. The words swam before his eyes. He reread them, over and over, as if the meaning would somehow shift, transform into something less…final. His hands trembled, making the paper rustle. The air seemed to thicken, making it difficult to breathe. He felt a desperate urge to run, to escape the confines of his own office, to find some semblance of the world he knew.